Just as Senior Bai had mentioned, the spirit assumed the form of a human. Despite the distance between them, Yuan could discern that it bore the likeness of a slender female figure, its long hair being caressed by the gentle and ominous wind.
Yuan tried to take a closer look at this spirit, but there was an invisible force that blocked his divine sense from approaching it after a certain distance. It was clear that the spirit did not welcome his gaze.
However, after the initial attack, the spirit did not attack Yuan again, almost as though it was only trying to warn him—or so he thought.
The next moment, he watched as the spirit raised its arm before swinging it in his direction.
Sha! Boom!
A potent sword light lashed out at Yuan's location like a whip, carving another deep sword mark into the ground, stretching for miles.
